Category Archives: Modernism

My rebellion poem, from Carl Sandburg’s Chicago Poems. Via Bartleby. The Red Son I love your faces I saw the many years I drank your milk and filled my mouth With your home talk, slept in your house And was … Continue reading →

In the spirit of the Twitter trends #booksthatchangedmylife and #happybloomsday, 217 words that changed my life: INELUCTABLE MODALITY OF THE VISIBLE: AT LEAST THAT IF NO MORE, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, … Continue reading →

Yesterday I drove from Buffalo to Birmingham, and on the way I listened to some music and then to part of Their Eyes Were Watching God before I realized that I’ve listened to that book about four times and it … Continue reading →

A Poetry podcast by Sarah Campbell about contemporary poetry movements. It’s not that you don’t already know the facts Sarah presents, but that the way she presents it may reveal new facets of the way poetry movements work– or don’t.

I’ve wanted to read this novel for a long time. It has such a wonderful name. You may recall that the first time I erased my blog, in October 2006, that was the title of the first post on the … Continue reading →

Last night I read Duras’s The Malady of Death. I didn’t think it was very interesting. I thought it was a shadow of her many much better works. Actually, it kind of felt like the abject, the fingernail clippings of … Continue reading →

Last night I planned to go to sleep early, but I ended up staying up until 4 reading Duras’s L’Amante Anglaise. It was fine. Not the best Duras but interestingly done, one of her novels that could just as easily … Continue reading →

Then the girl spoke to the child. She told him she’d rather it remain this way between them. That she’d rather their story not move from this place, even if the child didn’t understand her; that it remain in this … Continue reading →

I told Adam that I don’t read anymore, which is mostly true. But tonight I read Duras’s The War. It was amazing. It gave me a lot of ideas about how to expand my scholarship on the politics of sound … Continue reading →

I haven’t been on an 11-hour drive this month or even a 6-7 hour one. These trips had become so common for me there for awhile that I feel I experience time differently now– both without the timeless gaps of … Continue reading →

Thinking of Joyce last night, which inevitably led to thinking about Zukofsky, made me wonder (again) why I’m not working on either of those authors for my dissertation. Of course, I haven’t started my diss., so I could still work … Continue reading →

As with The Great Gatsby last week, rereading The Sound and the Fury for the first time since college and finding it hilarious. (“Time heals all wounds”? Ha!) My sense of humor has become awfully dark; I was laughing aloud … Continue reading →

As with The Great Gatsby last week, rereading The Sound and the Fury for the first time since college and finding it hilarious. (“Time heals all wounds”? Ha!) My sense of humor has become awfully dark; I was laughing aloud … Continue reading →